Hits me hardest on my worst days <br />how does he know that I won't quit <br />I don't even know it myself <br />until I realize I'm working twice as hard at it <br /> <br />helping hand that reaches in <br />undoubtedly encouraged by him <br />so much want to stay angry <br />but I can't when I see this <br /> <br />he makes me feel like the wild mare <br />set in frantic motion again <br />calmed by the vision in her path <br />of her stallion still there<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humbled-8/
